I’m looking for long term role-playing, with an emphasis on good buildup. A bit of adventure and plot is a plus. Exploration of each other, finding out what we enjoy as we go, plus patience and communication, these are important for a long term story and I'm in for the long haul.

Kinks: a literate and engaged partner who inspires detailed and engaging writing. Voyeurism and exhibitionism. I love women in sexy outfits, lingerie, skimpy swimsuits, and elegant dresses and gowns. Outdoor sex, multiple partners of any mix. Limits: bathroom activities and beastiality.

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I've planned this vacation for a while. Work has been stressful for years, I'd earned the time off and the day had finally arrived. The day before I said goodbye to my job for a week and by midnight I was on a plane to sun and relaxation. No expectations, no deadlines, no demands. When I booked the hotel I looked into activities around the area, seeing a few intriguing possibilities for escaping normally. I was vacationing to get away from reality, from my life, from the past year. I wanted to be distracted, I wanted to forget. Nothing else mattered.

After checking into the hotel I started my adventure by taking a nap. The early afternoon sun woke me before long. I took a cool shower, shaved my head, tidied up my goatee, and tried to let my last concerns wash down my toned body. For a moment I looked at myself in the foggy mirror. Was I crazy? Those gray eyes looking back at me had watched my last girlfriend walk out on me and stared at bad numbers at work. They'd seen co-workers disappear from daily routines and empty shelves empty of familiar clothes. Yet as I rubbed myself dry I pushed those thoughts from my head. A week away from normal was waiting for me, and I couldn't enjoy myself if I stayed in the past.

Now mid afternoon, I'm headed the pool. When I first emerged from my hotel room I wandered through the resort, watching the people who are to be my neighbors for the next several days. I'm not sure what I expected but I was surprised by the variety of guests. Every type of person I encountered at home was represented. Yet one expectation was met; scantily clad women were everywhere. I'd chosen a tropical vacation specifically to surround myself by beauty, to draw my eyes away from the memories of a partner I'd never have again. I was not disappointed. A few women catch my eye, flickering images rising in my imagination. The week was looking up. And now I'm arriving at the next stage in my self-therapy: the pool.

As I look around the wide expanse of tiles I'm thankful I started working out after my ex left me. These are the beautiful people so often looked at with scorn and desire. I refuse to count myself as one of them, but my body will let me blend in adequately. I drop my towel on a bench and strip down to swimming shorts before slipping into the warm water. Floating near the edge I look around, eyeing the crowds of bikinis and one-pieces, looking for a glance my direction, an opening to exploit, a beginning to my adventure in paradise.